"Father is back."
The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up with joy as she ran towards the threshold with her short legs.
"Little sister, slow down."
Ye Zimo followed in a hurry, picking up his sister in one swoop.
Although he was only six years old, he was strong and had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His little arms and legs were very powerful and he had no trouble lifting his sister.
The siblings reached the doorway just in time to see their mother helping their father into the courtyard, while Ye Zilin, their big brother, carried the medicine box with a serious expression.
"Father!"
The little girl was delighted to see her father return safely and waved her little arms, sweetly calling for her father.
"My good girl."
Ye Feng heard the soft milky voice and hurried his steps, but it caused his wound to hurt, making him wince in pain.
Xie Ying waved at the children and, using a bit of strength, helped her husband into the main room.